Today Luke and I went to Monster Jam, an audacious monster-truck show at the downtown Tulsa arena. It was our second consecutive day of such madness, the audience all raising their fists and shouting when a truck topples over. We got in the car to drive home and Luke fell into an exhausted, happy sleep. On the turnpike, the sun setting beneath an orange winter sky, something made me put on this album. It’s my favorite of Springsteen’s, and his most introspective. And it closes with this. You can know a song for 30 years, and then one day you hear it in just the right light, and it knocks you flat.